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02-10-2015, 10:21 PM
Romani
Returning to the Thistle Meadow, having fulfilled their task of searching for others who may no know of the oncoming rains that would flood Helovia, they were rarely given any time to rest before the God of the Earth had sent them on yet another errand. This one required far less running or huffing and puffing, which was fine with the golden-red Haflinger, but it would require quite a bit of muscle.
They were to take wooden buckets, which were fine little things crafted by the Earthen God, and fetch water or ice, and return to the gargantuan ship with them in tow. Easy enough... Especially with the wooden cart from the Edge that was strapped to Destrier's impressive musculature. Or, at least, it was easy in theory.
Following the Friesian to the stream, Romani pulled her own bucket free from the wagon and shuffled closer to the water, gripping the handle of the pale firmly within her teeth. Lowering her head, the mare dunked the bucket within the cool water and waited for it to fill before gritting her teeth and lifting the bucket up from the stream. Tiny rivulets cascaded down the sides of the wooden bucket, dripping back into the stream and splattering against the Haflinger's hooves as she lowered it onto the soft grass of the shore.
At Destrier's voice, Romani turned her head and listened, looking to the tiny green dragon as the ebony stallion spoke. Dark lips turned upwards and the mare laughed breathily. "Of course... Watch out, Suli, I don't wish to step on you." Moving closer to the little green dragon and her bucket, Romani lowered her head and lipped at the handle of the bucket until it was firmly within her maw, dunked it within the bubbling stream, and filled it just as she had done the first. With a soft grunt, the mare pulled it from the water and set it down beside her own bucket.
Tongue lolling in her mouth after releasing the pale, Romani's gaze followed that of Destrier's, and upon spotting two familiar shapes a few paces away, she smiled. Resplendence and Archibald were a welcome sight indeed, and the Haflinger was pleased that they were both actively seeking out water as well... But what truly caused her to pause and hesitate was the sight of a familiar, spotted filly... Save that Nayati wasn't a filly any longer. She had grown... And painfully so.
With the buckets secured, the bulky mare kept pace with the more athletic stallion as he pulled the cart behind him, and paused when Destrier came to a stop before the other Edge members. Warm azure depths looked at Resplendence, and it was with a warm ripple of satisfaction that she realized the Moon Doctor was with child. How marvelous! She wondered who the father was of her unborn babe, but wouldn't question it, at least not yet. After all, now was the time for work... Later she could congratulate the mare she had once recruited to the Foothills on her pregnancy, and hopefully, later, she could speak with Nayati... If the spotted princess would even speak to her.
"I can help lift some buckets," Romani offered warmly, smiling between Archibald, Resplendence, Nayati, and the others that she did not know. "If it's needed."
ooc: Desmani 2K15!
They were to take wooden buckets, which were fine little things crafted by the Earthen God, and fetch water or ice, and return to the gargantuan ship with them in tow. Easy enough... Especially with the wooden cart from the Edge that was strapped to Destrier's impressive musculature. Or, at least, it was easy in theory.
Following the Friesian to the stream, Romani pulled her own bucket free from the wagon and shuffled closer to the water, gripping the handle of the pale firmly within her teeth. Lowering her head, the mare dunked the bucket within the cool water and waited for it to fill before gritting her teeth and lifting the bucket up from the stream. Tiny rivulets cascaded down the sides of the wooden bucket, dripping back into the stream and splattering against the Haflinger's hooves as she lowered it onto the soft grass of the shore.
At Destrier's voice, Romani turned her head and listened, looking to the tiny green dragon as the ebony stallion spoke. Dark lips turned upwards and the mare laughed breathily. "Of course... Watch out, Suli, I don't wish to step on you." Moving closer to the little green dragon and her bucket, Romani lowered her head and lipped at the handle of the bucket until it was firmly within her maw, dunked it within the bubbling stream, and filled it just as she had done the first. With a soft grunt, the mare pulled it from the water and set it down beside her own bucket.
Tongue lolling in her mouth after releasing the pale, Romani's gaze followed that of Destrier's, and upon spotting two familiar shapes a few paces away, she smiled. Resplendence and Archibald were a welcome sight indeed, and the Haflinger was pleased that they were both actively seeking out water as well... But what truly caused her to pause and hesitate was the sight of a familiar, spotted filly... Save that Nayati wasn't a filly any longer. She had grown... And painfully so.
With the buckets secured, the bulky mare kept pace with the more athletic stallion as he pulled the cart behind him, and paused when Destrier came to a stop before the other Edge members. Warm azure depths looked at Resplendence, and it was with a warm ripple of satisfaction that she realized the Moon Doctor was with child. How marvelous! She wondered who the father was of her unborn babe, but wouldn't question it, at least not yet. After all, now was the time for work... Later she could congratulate the mare she had once recruited to the Foothills on her pregnancy, and hopefully, later, she could speak with Nayati... If the spotted princess would even speak to her.
"I can help lift some buckets," Romani offered warmly, smiling between Archibald, Resplendence, Nayati, and the others that she did not know. "If it's needed."
ooc: Desmani 2K15!
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